Category: Recolecciones
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Answer of the day
At this point, there’s enough questions surfing through TikTok that anyone who struggles to succumb to the truth will lose faith in answers. Yet when the rhythm of “Good Days” unravels a masked sadness, I know why the answers aren’t spelled out into words. They belong to the silence that unraveled with you. There’s enough…
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Estranged
Alone. For so long I’ve been alone, not just lonely. I remember being a kid who saw, spoke, felt, mourned, and had hope. But it was not based on the ideas that those before me and those after me would provide me with a net of safety. Now I have to rise up and be…
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liberation
I feel her in the tea that I know by herb and not by brand, she’s glistening in shadows that hug the city. The mountains forget what time it is. they lose themselves in the clouds like when my tummy hurt at the beach and all I could do is lay lay lay looking up…
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Mustard Seed
le dije a mi mamá que quería moriry dijotu corazón es como un grano de mostazashe said pain was here it’s watered it’s mustardthe pain in my soul had roots that broke bonesit chews on a generationdeja rastro de muerte en la sed de serpientespero le dije a mi mamá que quería moriry dijotu corazón…
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What I bring to the table
the table holds knives that butcher my skin taking a lapthe breaths of gasp taking effect weathering goodbyes “she’s awake, she’s awakeup the dose, up the dose!” intubated by the season smells of rosemarybees pollinating sucking dry tears of stalkinggawking recipes leaving residues of bloody posturenailing promise into gaze i saw the light by mistake…
Vegvísir Atreví 